Pathfinding: it’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it.
Did I mention the bit about gazing through the windows at snowcapped mountains from the dining room?
The amuse-bouches on the table (posh French for little treats while you wait for your starters )?
The candles, the fresh flowers?
Nowhere else to eat in Cragganmore, so you’ve just got to bite the bullet.
Or rather the venison or the guinea fowl.
And boy, it makes up for those soggy fish and chips in Aviemore……
Are you ready to order? What would you have?